Li Dai practiced for half a day. Although she felt physically unwell, she persisted.
She had always been one to meet difficulties head-on rather than shrink back.
Thus, she continued cultivating for another half-hour until she felt as though ten thousand needles were piercing her brain. The pain was excruciating, and she could no longer hold it back, violently coughing up a mouthful of blood.
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